OCTOBER 25TH

It has been one year and 3 days since my cancer was diagnosed and confirmed.

I was suppose to pass ten months ago.

I did have to be revived when my spleen exploded on March 2, 2019.

“ARS MORIENDI, MEMENTO MORI”

I am but a humble man who knows well of dying and reviving.

Nine times documented Deaths.
Not”Near Death Experiences” – each time I was gone but revived through modern medicines and definitely the Powers of Prayers.

I think and look back to October 22nd, 2018. I remember how my mind became a vast void. Stripped of all emotion.

I remember the heartbreaking look within Maria’s eyes as I left the exam room and causally exclaimed to her that I had just been told that I had 2 late stage 4 cancers – non treatable.

Terminal.

We both had to have slipped into some kind of funky shock. We “celebrated“, ( for lack of a better term), by grabbing a burger at the College Park Courthouse Food Court.

It would be weeks before my brain would allow me to succumb to the realities of the situation and man up.

And, as all who follow my blog and various other social media know, I have had a busy year full of many a sad day – many a day and night crying in pain.

And here I am still standing after 368 days of battling the beast like the old school Original Urban Viking that I am.

Out of everything Dark there comes something Light.

In this case I can solemnly swear that my Faith in Prayer and a Higher Being has been renewed and is truly the strongest it possibly could be.

Mind you, I am still “Dying Dann”.

My time has been detetmined, but the final day a mystery to all.

For only the Creator knows such.

It is difficult, to say the least, to wake each new day, look in the mirror and your first thought is,

“Is today the day I die,”

My family and my friends are forever changed. Their hearts scarred by the sorrow of wanting to help me, save me and cure me.

BUT, THEIR EYES FILL WITH TEARS AS THEY KNOW WELL ALL THEY CAN OFFER ONTO ME IS PRAYER, SUPPORT AND LOVE.

And Prayers have been constant and true.

I believe wholeheartedly that Prayer saved me after my spleen exploded and after the septic blood poisoning resulted in a heart attack.

Followed by a minor stroke one week later.

And, I repeat, here stands I 368 days since that diagnosis.

The doctors put on paper that their only explanation for my surviving thus far is/was “MIRACULOUS”

Yes, you read that right, “MIRACULOUS”.

Not a term from Grey’s Anatomy or from any other medical journal.

I have been keeping a diary/journal of the year long battle.

I have been writing about the bravery, caring and Love that all the staff and volunteers show each day.

I want to show you what these Blessed souls go through each shift they work. I am using an approach that I do not believe has been done before.

I am writing an autobiographical account of my first year battling this demonic disease.

It will be in a diary type of approach with chapters within showing the true side of the beautiful souls who devote their lives to making us Cancer Warriors as comfortable as possible.

Staff who hold a 62 year old man who is crying like a wee lad in fear of his dying. Who have no qualms with laughing as loud as you at a cancer joke. Who put their emotions aside so as they can devote their hearts and caring fully to their patients.

They will save their tears and dismay for when they get home and perhaps a long shower will wash away the sorrow their caring hearts are coated in.

Pethaps ……

This will be an extremely emotional undertaking for me as each paragraph stirs up the emotions of the various stages we Cancer Warriors endure.

I do not mind re-living the pain and anguish over and over as I carefully put ink to paper and stand naked in truth as I give the truest account of my first year battling this demonic disease.

An “Urban Viking‘ at his battle finest.

As many of you know, I am entitling the saga,

” OLD MAN WITH THE ‘C’ “

“A Cancerous Walk With Dann”

“YEAR ONE”

It will be a few weeks yet before I have finished this, the most emotional task I have ever endeavoured, and publish.

I will offer the finished work for free in eBook format to anyone who purchases any of my other works in paperback form.

All profits from the paperback edition of ” OLD MAN WITH THE ‘C’ ” will be donated to the Princess Margaret Cancer Center.

My reward is waking each new day and having the ability to author my story.

I am PRAYING IT FORWARD and I am forever grateful for my new life.

Stay tuned and please do not hesitate to purchase any of my other works.

By doing so you are helping me support myself and cover the costs of prescriptions not covered by my present benefit program.